This fear of being silent solved
by the siren sound
of turned pages.
Reality tastes like lead water.
I avoid it,
preferring to live in
seductive eccentric,
for where could you go
without some words
between palms,
both calloused and smooth?
I am told I have to concentrate.
Mmm, lead water
tasting like frustration.
A contest entry
- "celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music!" round 1 of 4 by iamthebeatles.
650 points, ended February 5, 44 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, this is great. Everything is great. each word, each line, each syllable is perfectly wonderful. I love the lines:
"for where could you go
without some words
between palms,
both calloused and smooth"
especially. Wondrous job.

cassie


